Hogwarts: The drugged devil, the enemy of wizards

"Professor Romon ... Am I not the right person to be a professor, you say? "

Hear Magna's questions that are visibly full of decadence and discouragement.

Holding a precious sorcerer's book from the deepest part of the Egyptian pharaoh's tomb, which is at least 2,000 years old, he is studying the information and descriptions of "death", "curse", "gods" and so on.

Raised his head slightly, looking at the moment he was also learning from his own appearance.

Taking off her shoes, Professor McGonagall, who was lying on the sofa in a decadent manner, raised her eyebrows slightly.

As if noticing Romon's gaze, McGonagall turned her head slightly and snorted dissatisfiedly.

"Why, does the headmaster think my sitting posture is rude to you? You don't sit in the same way as you should be in front of your elders. "

When Luo Meng heard this, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

Tongue-in-cheek opening.

"Minerva, now so young and beautiful, in the most adolescent period of women, how do you want me to treat you as an elder, hehe..."

Hearing Romon gloat so much, and calling himself by his own name.

25 McGonagall's face turned red again.

Fortunately, at this moment, there is no one on this level except the two of them.

Even the alchemy puppets who brought them hot tea and snacks left this layer very "interestingly".

Romon's strange gaze made McGonagall cramped and nervous, and at the same time, a wave of fear and worry inevitably rose in her heart.

"Lomonkowalski! I'm even older than your parents! You'd better call me Professor McGonagall, at least that won't embarrass me! "

Romon shrugged, noncommittal.

However, he did not continue to dwell on this issue, so that Professor McGonagall could regain his youth, and calling each other so affectionately was nothing more than some bad taste of his own.

After all, this delicate flower who used to follow Dumbledore was in love with Dumbledore's old glass.

forcibly tied the other party to his side, and let the other party's body leave more and more traces and changes about himself, so that Luo Meng inexplicably has a perverted feeling of incarnating into yellow hair.

Seeing that Rommon's gaze finally retracted a little, McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, and then couldn't help but talk about her own problem.

Hearing the other party's explanation, there is no doubt, just like Romon imagined, that the changes that have taken place at Hogwarts now, especially the recent successive events in Gryffindor House, can make the Gryffindor Dean also feel a huge pressure.

"Professor Lomon, I understand how great the change you want to bring to Hogwarts is, but... Isn't it possible to consider slowing this down a bit? "

Romon crossed his arms around his chest and looked at Minerva McGonagall in front of him with scrutinizing eyes.

After regaining his youth, although his figure is not as presumptuous as Elizabeth's enchantress, it is also full of the beauty that a woman should have.

"Ahem..."

Romon looked at Professor McGonagall's eyes, which were visibly embarrassed, and coughed in embarrassment.

Sit up slightly straighter.

Under the gaze of Professor McGonagall's eyes, which seemed to be able to see through Romon's despicable thoughts, she pretended to be silent for a long time.

Romon clapped his hands.

With a forced and serious look, he groaned.

"Uh... Minerva, I'm not saying I won't deal with this problem... I definitely don't mean to deal with it, I mean, oh, way! "

"Let's figure it out..."

At first, Professor McGonagall listened to the expression on her face quite seriously, but only a minute or two later.

Her brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

There was a "bang" and a slam on the table.

"Romon! I don't mean to joke with you, you give me a serious moment! It's so fast! These reforms of yours are too fast, especially the expulsion of students! "

"The total number of students Dumbledore opened when he was in office is not as many as you expelled in a year!"

However, as soon as these words came out, Professor McGonagall immediately realized that there was something wrong with her words.

Sure enough, as soon as his eyes turned, the joking smile on Luo Meng's face at this moment had slowly disappeared, and his eyes gradually became cold.

A sneer muttered in his mouth.

"Hehe, Dumbledore, it seems that not only our Mr. Percy Weasley, but Professor McGonagall also misses our White Wizard Professor very much, hehe, an old shitty who can only tell fairy tales can make you miss it so much."

Romon scoffed and shook his head speechlessly.

Slowly got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window on the side, looking at the entrance of the [Warcraft Fortress] not far away, the figure of the little wizard who came in and out, and the expression on his face could not show any joy or anger.

"Professor McGonagall, if that's what you think, then I'm sorry to tell you... You are indeed not fit to be a wizarding professor, or rather, you are not fit to be a professor at Hogwarts. "

Luo Meng turned his head slowly, and his eyes flashed with a cruel light in the backlit figure. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!) ）

"No matter what Hogwarts used to be, at least, now the Headmaster of Hogwarts is me, and with 750 with me, Hogwarts will be the top shrine in the hearts of wizards around the world."

"We're here to teach all the things and knowledge that the wizarding world needs."

"In the future, every wizard who will go out of Hogwarts will be the best being, they may be proficient in magic spells, or they may be good at alchemy and potions, or they will be good at fighting, or they will be divination..."

"But there's only one thing..."

Romon walked up to Professor McGonagall, pressed his hands on either side of the couch where the other man was sitting, and leaned forward.

The aura full of oppression is accompanied by the other party's eyes without the slightest sense of wavering.

Professor McGonagall's tense breathing suddenly stopped.

Then I heard Luo Meng speak coldly.

"Hogwarts teaches anything, and produces any kind of good wizard, but alas... We don't raise fairy tale writers, especially those who talk like Dumbledore. "

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, not expecting Romon to be so determined.

And just as there was dead silence here, the shadow at Romon's feet was a wriggling, and the next moment, Arakney's figure slowly emerged.

"Master, we found Dumbledore... Ahh "。